Sunday, October 2, 2016

What's Your Perfect Part?

"Everybody has a part of them that is perfect," Senia Mae said.

"Huh?" I asked, a little unsure of exactly what we were talking about.

"You know, a part that's absolutely perfect. Everyone has a perfect part. What's yours?"

"Perfect part? Do you mean their heart, soul, or mind? And just how do you know this?" I questioned, wondering where my daughter had ingested this little pearl of wisdom.

"Mama, like a part of your body. I learned it from Picture Perfect on Super Spies. Clover has perfect legs," she said. "Grammy's perfect part is definitely her fingernails, don't you think?"

"Um, yeah, of course."

"What do you think mine is?" she asked. I felt the vice begin to cinch my diaphragm as we embark on the first of probably many future conversations about body image. Somehow I want to protect her from the lifelong issue that torments me: feeling like I have to be a clone of Barbie to be considered perfect. I don't want her to grow up judging herself that way.

"I guess I would say your eyelashes. They are perfect," I said as we walked inside.

"What about Grampy? What is his perfect part?" Senia Mae asked. She scanned his body up and down as he snoozed in his comfortable chair.

"I'm not sure, what do you think?"

"I think it is his abs."

"His abs!" Grammy laughed, thinking of how Grampy's midriff looked more like a soft pillow rather than a six-pack.

"Yes. I think Grampy's perfect part is his abs," Senia Mae said proudly. Thirty seconds later she turned around to me and asked, "Mama, what are abs?" :)
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